Blurred - A 5 minute freewrite story

He set the glasses on the small desk. Having them off made it easier for him to pinch the bridge of his nose. He found an odd peace in the blurred room. If only the despair too would have foggy edges, instead of the sharp ones that dug into his soul all the time.

“Daddy, daddy! Listen!” Came barging the little one, brightening the room. “Firecrackers!”

Unclear vision and all, he could see the excitement in the young eyes. He said nothing—forcing a smile—for he couldn’t find joy in those firecrackers that sounded suspiciously like gunshots. Rhythmic blasts leaving their echo behind to taint even further the late winter’s night.

He fought back the tears. He put on his glasses back.

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My take on today's 5minute freewrite prompt: glasses.

Aaand yeah, going against the clock still feels stressful to me. This one was a little harder to write, had my thoughts all over the place so it turned out short and slow. Still, I like the turn it took. It's nice when stories write themselves like that.